Name: Sammuellamorgana.
Title: Love's Sacrifice (Part 2)
Disclaimer: Cassie and Azazeal belong to the writers of Hex and Shine Entertainment.
Character focus: Azazeal/Cassie
Rating: 18
Summary: Cassie abandons caution and common sense to indulge her passion for Azazeal
Context: After events of season 1, based around the time of early season 2.
Keywords: relationships, sex.

(note formatting is as author set it.)

Part2

Cassie entered the church with trepidation. It was so beautiful, the stained glass smiling down upon her. Closing the door quietly she turned and gazed up upon the alter area. She jumped as Azazael struck a match. He lit his cigarette but remained unmoved. He just looked over towards her as he blew smoke out of his mouth. They remained still for a few moments. Taking each other in. Azazael smiled slightly as he watched her. Poor frightened rabbit. She looked so beautiful in the light of the hundred or so candles lit around the church. That fear, he could smell it, taste it. He wanted to touch her. Stroke her hair, her face. Kiss her mouth.
Cassie gazed back. She could smell Cigarette, dead match smoke and alter roses. She could feel the heat from the candles and hear the pounding of her heart. She wondered if he could hear it too, especially when a smile played lightly across his lips. He was slightly unshaven, the stubble giving him a roughness she appreciated. She wondered if that was why, that maybe he knew her every thought, her every whim.
"Cigarette?" Azazael said, breaking the silence. Smiling slightly and holding the packet out in her direction. Cassie didn't move, he waited for a moment then smiled again. "Come here" he said "I'm not going to hurt you". The playfulness in his voice persuaded her and she slowly walked up to the alter. He patted the large red chair and offered up a cigarette. Taking one she sat. "Light?" he asked. Cassie nodded and he leaned in so she could light her cigarette off his. Cassie almost felt this to be a stolen kiss, a move to shake her slightly. But she was here on business and the sooner she left the better.
"So, Azazael" she began sharply "What did you want to see me about? Child Maintenance?" Azazael smiled a little and shook his head, pausing. Cassie looked at him impatiently. "Well...?" she asked.
"Well..." he drawled, taking a guilty drag from his Cigarette and looking coyly at her "If I'm honest, I missed you Cassie..." Cassie looked at him, her face displaying how annoyed she was. "That said" he continued, taking another drag "I have no other motive, it gets lonely here and let's face it who else would I talk to?" Cassie gave a snort of anger, "Well there's always Jo, my teacher... Or have you dropped her now you have me where you want me? Don't need her as don't need to keep an eye on me any more? Or of course there's your S and M minion's and I'm sure a thousand other women that all know and love you" Azazael took another drag of his cigarette and stood up. He wandered around to the back of the chair and leant against it, lowering his face so his mouth rested just behind Cassie's ear. "You see" he said, Cassie shivered as his breath touched the back of her neck. The fine hairs pricked and a shiver ran down her spine. "That's just it; none of these women talk the way you do." His very gently blew smoke out onto the back of her neck. Cassie shivered. He smiled. "and who else..." he said seductively "is so very sensitive around this area?" flicking the cigarette away he gently stroked her hair back and very lightly kissed her neck."Just here..." he moved lower caressing her shoulders lightly "...and here" Cassie closed her eyes, torn between the sensations he was causing, the feelings he was stirring and common sense. She could smell him, candles, roses and smoke. Shivers ran up and down her spine, his spider like kisses slowly wooing her, melting her to her core.
"This has to stop." she thought "I will not be his fool, will not be his whore"
"Stop it" she said, but not as firmly as she had intended, as he continued his attentions, his breath getting a little ragged. Her own the same. "Stop it, please... "Her voice shook. Her eyes closed, she was melting into him, the perfect circle, as one, she didn't want this to... "Stop it Azazael, stop it now!" She pulled away from him, angry, shaking. He stood up, moving a little away from her.
"Your cigarette's gone out" he observed "But I think you have enough fire in you to light it again" Cassie blushed and was then annoyed at both herself and him. Why did he push her limits so much and why could she not stop herself. And now here he was... Humiliating her? Teasing her? "I know what you are thinking" Azazael said, as he took the dead cigarette from her "believe me, that is not my intent" he put the cigarette to his lips and struck a match. Upon relighting he took a long drag and passed it back to her. "And you should stop torturing yourself..." he said, flashing a wry smile."Because you know, if that's what you want..." he didn't finish the sentence, but his meaning was clear. Cassie felt hot, her breathing fast, her heart pounding and, upon his last words, skipping a beat. For a second she had an image of herself being chained to a wall, beaten until she submitted to him. She glanced at him, her eyes wide, enough to give away her thoughts. Azazael chuckled and knelt down in front of her, so their faces were level. He raised an eyebrow sardonically, and smiled that smile again. "You know, that wasn't quite what I had in mind" Cassie took a draw of tobacco, looking him straight in the eyes, those strange green eyes. She breathed smoke out across his face and raised an eyebrow.
"Fuck you" she said.